[Calann]: 135.Poetry.Portrait of a muse

Her eyes, like deep pools of water
opalescent and ever-shifting
gaze at me with such arrogant pride
her lips curled in a knowing smirk
posture radiating all that which I am not

She is a part of me
yet entirely someone else
and when she whispers
words, thoughts, fates of the human race
I do not know who we are

And I write out my heart
under her watchful, curious guard
long golden wisps of hair
hiding us behind their curtain
in so doing, uniting us as one